[ he has guesses. none of them currently involving time travel. the darkness that he wields and vincent resists seems a thread too tempting not to tug, his mouth opening to say - something, when vincent's words fully sink in.
this isn't our world. the shinra company isn't here.
the sable's eyes go wide. of course it clicks. why the dark is so silent here. he still hears the howl of the energy, but there is no dark phantom memories whirling about his mind. whatever rot the planet failed to re-absorb does not stick to him like ichor.
He is not home. Weiss is not here with him. And he knows all too well what will happen to Weiss if he remains loose and rampaging outside the halls of Deepground. Neither brother cares how much they're harmed, but threaten the other and they simply bow down. He did not care when he thought this some far flung corner of Gaia, because he could always return to Deepground through the shadows.
But now he knows he's cut off. This is not home.
He's tossing the sheets aside and getting to his feet, the movement sudden and aggressive but not toward vincent. The promise of a new future here, away from harm, is just as useless as it was back on Gaia. There is no point if his brother is not with him. his cool breaking for a moment as the panic seizes him, the dark flickering around him weakly as his emotions begin to broil. ]
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this isn't our world. the shinra company isn't here.
the sable's eyes go wide. of course it clicks. why the dark is so silent here. he still hears the howl of the energy, but there is no dark phantom memories whirling about his mind. whatever rot the planet failed to re-absorb does not stick to him like ichor.
He is not home. Weiss is not here with him. And he knows all too well what will happen to Weiss if he remains loose and rampaging outside the halls of Deepground. Neither brother cares how much they're harmed, but threaten the other and they simply bow down. He did not care when he thought this some far flung corner of Gaia, because he could always return to Deepground through the shadows.
But now he knows he's cut off. This is not home.
He's tossing the sheets aside and getting to his feet, the movement sudden and aggressive but not toward vincent. The promise of a new future here, away from harm, is just as useless as it was back on Gaia. There is no point if his brother is not with him. his cool breaking for a moment as the panic seizes him, the dark flickering around him weakly as his emotions begin to broil. ]
No... No! How do I return?!